Rebirth of the Viking King

In the forest, if prey surrounded by wolves wants to survive, there is only one fighting idea -

——Find the Wolf King, and then kill the Wolf King!

Having lived alone in the cold coniferous forests of Siberia since he was a child, Bakan Bush knew this well, so in all battles, he had one and only one goal.

That is the enemy general himself.

There were not many Slavic warriors. 3,000 beastly warriors rushed into the 100,000-strong army and were immediately surrounded.

But for such a small group of troops, the oppression they brought to Ekbert was like a mountain.

After smashing two dragon knights with two punches, Bukanbusi picked up the kite again after landing.

He didn't run, nor did he show too much panic, he just walked towards Ecbert step by step.

Ecbert felt that he had never been as nervous as he was today in his life. Only now did he realize that after losing Iphitus Xueqin, a powerful believer of the ancient god, his army was not strong in terms of combat power.

Seeing that Bukan Bush could not stop him, the imperial guards gathered around him and led him out of the tent and helped him onto the horse. However, just as he sat on the horse, Ecbert suddenly heard a dull crash from the defense line on the other side. Voice.

Looking back, I saw a row of huge carts filled with stones that were already in front of the rapid-fire ballistae!

Heavy stones blocked the muzzle of the ballistae. Then, hundreds of berserkers holding short axes stepped on the shoulders of giants and jumped into the Wessex defense line. They waved their short axes and immediately created a The bloody storm.

There was Buchan Bush in the front, and the Vikings under Loki in the rear also withstood the attack of the rapid-fire ballistae, and relied on a few carts filled with stones to push to a distance where they could fight the English soldiers.

"Oh shit!"

"Why are these country bumpkins from the north so difficult to deal with?!"

It was not only Ecbert who raised this question, but also the soldiers under his command at this time.

Relying on the deterrence of powerful national power, the shrewd Ecbert can always accurately find a breakthrough before the war begins, nipping any possible war in the bud.

Even with the occasional force or two, Wessex's enemies are nothing more than the equally fragile Holy Bishop troops in the other six countries.

However, even against this kind of troops, the soldiers of Wessex have not raised their iron swords for a long time.

Although they numbered as many as 100,000, they were enough to overwhelm the Viking and Slavic armies in terms of sheer numbers, even if they were caught in a chaotic battle.

In terms of fighting spirit and fighting quality, the difference between the two armies is too far.

In just a few breaths, the berserker who rushed into the Wessex army felt like he was entering an uninhabited land. The Flame Berserker, whose whole body is bathed in firelight, kills not by "individual" but by "platoon".

As long as he swings the flaming axe, all the English soldiers within the attack range will fall down like wheat, including their swords.

As for the sea giants and mountain giants, they can also easily destroy the war elephants and various strange toys brought by the Visigoth pirates.

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On the other side of the battlefield, no one can stop the rampaging bear.

In the icy coniferous forest of Murmansk, even the arrow-toothed leopard that has survived to this day in the ancient times has to give in when encountering the brown bear standing on the ground, let alone this group of English soldiers composed of flesh and blood.

Rushing into the formation, the warg knights and the violent bear knights immediately chose to separate from their mounts. The brown bear used its hard and thick fur to block the heavy infantry's spears. Behind it, the bear knights waved their sabers and fell from the air to the spearmen. rear.

The most direct way to break the spear formation is to rush into the center of the spear formation. In this way, a spear with a length of three meters cannot cause any harm to the knights.

However, the violent bear knight can wield his saber unscrupulously and reap the lives of everyone around him.

"You guys, come down and save me!"

In despair, Ecbert shouted to the dragon knight flying in the air.

With both front and rear being blocked, the dragon knight who could escape from high altitude became his only option. However, he still overestimated the loyalty of these proud dragon knights.

The dragon knights are not fools.

They knew that the situation on the battlefield at this time was not to mention landing on the ground.

If they dare to get close to the ground, they will be slapped to death by Bakan Bushi who takes off on the spot.

It is true that Ecbert was kind to them.

This kindness gave them strength, titles, and allowed them to see the prosperity of this colorful world.

Castles, beauties, money, and children are all reasons why they must stay in this world.

In contrast, who would risk their lives by trying to fall to the ground to rescue him?

Watching helplessly the three remaining dragon knights hovering in the sky for a few times and then flying away, Ecbert let out a long sigh and put down the weapon in his hand.

He didn't have any capital to resist, because Bakanbusi was already close to 10 meters in front of him.

Looking at the King of Wessex, who was wearing an exquisite suit of armor, Bakambusch asked about the traces of "Prophet" Seamus in cold Slavic.

Of course Ecbert couldn't understand the Slavic language with a strong local accent. Seeing that this man had no effect on him, Bakan Bush stretched out a fist as big as a sandbag and lightly hammered him on the head.

The poor King of Wessex immediately fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"Such a weakling, even if I kill him, I would think it's a waste of money."

Muttering softly, Bakanbusch kicked the unconscious Ekbert to Oleg behind him. Oleg walked up a high slope and grabbed Ekbert's neck, as if he was lifting a dead animal. He turned his head like a dog towards the entire battlefield.

"Ecbert is dead!"

"You bastards, run away!"